I step out of the lift on to a sea of faded carpet
I left all of my shit so I could start again
I’m faced with every picture reflecting
I always had my key rejected
Still trying to find my number
Still trying to find my room
It’s a cautionary tale of youth
And I’m running through…
Hotel Corridors
I’m running
I make a big decision on a whim
I’m lost in the maze but there’s life without him
Roll another dice give the wheel a spin
Roll on to the next I’m ok and it’s happening
I’m feeling good and I’m hopeful
I’m looking in and my soul’s full
Still trying to find my number
Still trying to find my room
It’s a cautionary tale of youth
And I’m running through…
Hotel Corridors
I’m running
I’m running
I’m searching
I’m running
I’m learning